Mike Shinoda WANTED!check it out and see why.Fort Minor, MinorFort Minor, Minor, Minor...Uh, spraypaint and ink pens\nI use to write in every color I think in\nTo paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in\nYeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I...\n\nYes, ladies and gentlemen\nWe have a special guest for you this evening\nGhost, you ready?\n\nYo, I verbally paint pictures,I\'m the hood\'s best storyteller\nThis about a young boy dealing with the older fellas\nPromised him the lives you see on TV\nHe ran packs across town like rhyme CD\'s\nAnd big chains, new clothes, Nikes and Reeboks\nStacking too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box\nSaving, he promised his mom a crib in Atlanta\nAnd his pops got killed through debt, he was a dealer\nSo he staged jazz, fox jump off the suit cases\nNo more cross-town, now he\'s crossing them states and\nSeeing new faces, not knowing who to trust\nSo when the door kicked open they scream \"This is a bust\"\n\"Is it a set up?\", it seems funny, a scuffle broke out\nHe got hit, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his mouth\nHe walked four blocks to die trying to survive\nAnd now all that\'s left is his mom screaming \"God Why?\"\n\nUh, spraypaint and ink pens\nI use to write in every color I think in\nTo paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in\nYeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I...\n\nYeah, yeah, let me begin by saying \"Shut the fuck up!\"\nLet my begin by saying I don\'t think this man knew what he had in store\nHe opened the door and found the bag under the floor\nNot a peep, always working a lot, get the flame, aim, pop\nOpenthe box and take off out the back of the pawn shop\nScoping the lot, hoping the cops hadn\'t seen the plates on his car\nHe felt like he been hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart\nPlay it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by both parts\nHe did the drop, one ring in a bag, envelope, all the money he had\nLeft the money and the ring in a slow exhale\nTwo weeks went by, got a box in the mail\nIn the box was a bullet made of gold\nMelted down from the ring, recast with two rings and a band\nAnd he stared at it sitting in the palm of his hand\nAnd sat down next toa picture that sat on the nightstand\nIt was his wife in the picture on his side\nWith the ring on the finger on the week that she died\nAs he looked in the reflection, at those eyes so red\nHe put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his head like that\n\nUh, spraypaint and ink pens\nI use to write inevery color I think in\nTo paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in\nYeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I...\nUh, yeah, uh\n\nFiasco!\n\nYou know he didn\'t have enough power in his thrusters to muster Warp 5\nPlus if he pushed it, the fuel cells could rupture then they would die\nThenthe galaxy would suffer but he knew he had to try\nBut he couldn\'t risk it, put the cure in the escape pod and kissed it\nAnd told her goodbye, she started to cry, but he knew if he could distract \'em\nHe could buy her some time and she could make it out alive\nTurn the suit around and got prepared forthe stand off\nSpace mind had blew one of the hands off\nDamaged laser cannons and he got the system jammed\nAnd he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping through his teeth\nThe final saga in the seven planet wars\nUnsheethed the sword and then he charged forward\nHis eyes flashed behind the cracked cockpit glass\nHe let out a laugh and then all she heard was a blast like\n\nUh, spraypaint and ink pens\nI use to write in every color I think in\nTo paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in\nYeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I...\n\nYeah, ladies and gentlemen\nThis has been a Fort Minor production\nGhostface! Fiasco!\n\nUh, spraypaint and ink pens\n\nIt\'s an expression coming out of a simple can of paint\nLook, it\'s the easiest way for the average kid to paint things using himself as the meaning of it\nYou gonna get into the gallery there soon, man\nWhy? I\'m not gonna be famous one dayWhy do you always say that?Cause it\'s true fiasco, fort, ghostface, hip-hop, inkpens, linkin, Mike, minor, music, park, petrified, rap, rock, Shinoda, spraypaint, WANTED